Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547

Phoebe patted Morris on the back. “It’s okay. I used to think you’d be a bachelor forever, but thankfully, I was wrong! It’s almost time. You should head out now. Don’t keep Cherise waiting. And don’t be stingy. Give out the red envelopes.”

Morris nodded, glanced at the photo of Cherise on his phone, and smiled brightly. With a spirited shout, he declared, “Let’s go!”

At his call, his groomsmen–Truman, Steven, Leo, and Hugh–also got excited. “Let’s go fetch the bride!”

The group set off in a grand procession, accompanied by numerous gifts, forming a long line of luxury cars heading towards Carson’s lakeside island.

Above the convoy, countless drones hovered, capturing the beautiful moments of their special day.

The impressive procession attracted many onlookers.

Morris had implemented extensive security measures over the past few days, and the crowd was well–behaved, praising the union of Morris and Cherise.

Phoebe had instructed the servants to distribute red envelopes along the way, adding to the festive atmosphere and demonstrating their appreciation for this marriage and her new granddaughter–in–law, Cherise.

The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air, and someone in the crowd exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a helicopter!”

Another shouted, “Look, there’s more than one! There are more behind it!”

“Oh my, what a grand gesture! Look at the banners! They say, ‘Congratulations Morris and Cherise on your wedding, may you grow old together!‘ ‘Morris and Cherise, a hundred years of happiness, and may you have many children!”

“Cherise, my ambitions are great. I want to be with you not just this lifetime, but lifetimes to come!‘ There are so many banners.”

“Wow, there’s not just banners, but also flower petals falling from the sky. This is such an extravagant wedding!” As the person exclaimed, everyone looked up to see several helicopters showering the area with flower petals.

The petals, upon closer inspection, were from roses, tulips, violets, and gerberas–all symbols of love.

“This is so romantic. What girl wouldn’t be swept off her feet by this? Only Morris could pull this off. You need money to do something like this. I wish I could have a wedding like this. I’m so envious of the bride.”

Many people captured the spectacle on their phones and posted it online, sparking a flurry of discussion. Some envied Cherise, others marveled at Morris’s romantic gesture, and many praised the luxurious wedding procession. There were no negative comments. Everyone was celebrating the couple’s happiness.

The journey wasn’t long, but for Morris, it felt endless. Glancing at the bouquet in his hand, he called out, “Hugh, speed up. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Uh, can we?” Hugh asked in disbelief.

“Of course, hurry up. Stop dawdling.”

With Morris’s command, Hugh spoke into the walkie–talkie, “Everyone, speed up!” Within ten minutes, they arrived at the dock opposite the lakeside island.

For the wedding, Carson had arranged for a dozen private yachts to ferry the groom’s party to the island.

Xenia stood by the window, watching the scene unfold. “They’re here, they’re here. I see the groom. Cherise, get ready,” Xenia had been tense all morning

Hearing that Morris had arrived, Cherise began to feel excited. She stood up and checked herself in the full–length mirror one last time.

Indeed, with her bright red lips, a simple yet elegant champagne–colored wedding dress that accentuated her figure, and her flowing hair draped over her shoulders, Cherise looked stunning,

Also present were Dennis and Bella, Marlon, Trent, Liam, Cherise’s uncle and aunt, her cousin Jason, and other relatives of hers.